Well, that was the plan.I figured that I was out of sight so letting my hair down wouldn't be a big deal. Everyone was thinking I was a girl anyway, s... I really wasn't worried about the dress code Gestapo. A few passes of my comb and I was feeling much better. Yes, I carry a comb in my bag so no snotty comments, please. I did mention I'm a bit of a girl, umm ...even before recent revelations.I finished off my salad and started going through some of the product specs Bill had given me. I guess I. She opened it and within seconds was sitting down trying to digest what was written, for it was a letter of 'farewell', her husband had left her.Sentence after sentence told her why. Each pointed out her faults; one told her that no matter what he did it was never appreciated, another her total lack of sexual intimacy, another of her sloppy appearance and her overweight, another of her selfish personal interest. Each sentence was aimed at 'pulling her down', each a payback for the countless. With your permission Gentlemen and Lady, I would like to give my arms more freedom to apply the instrument of correction by removing my blouse and upper garments. Please will you grant me that permission?" Of course there was a roar of approval. Alice replaced the birch in the pot, opened her blouse and slowly removed it. This was followed by her vest, which allowed her ample breasts to fall free. She stretched her arms and pretended she was working her muscles causing her tits to move. In meanwhile i can feel that my cock is in full enjoyment. Due to this my ass is becoming so tight. Then in sudden push he went completely inside me. I shouted in pain like anything. Then he slowly started fucking me.Now I’m enjoying the pleasure of being fucked. In this meantime suddenly his girl friend came on top of me and took my dick inside her vagina. Now its time for me to fuck her.Whatever hit I’m getting I’m giving to her. She started moaning in the pleasure like“Oh yeah Harish fuck me.